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Last spring's reading brought me the Priest, setting his book aside and reaching out to look at flowers growing in the window. I got a keepsake painting of it, and that card has been sitting on my altar ever since. By a trick of the light, it's one of the first places the sun hits inside my home each morning, and I've looked at that ray of light many a morning, and gone "It'll get better."
It did.
So, today's reading, she says the following:
How about the Martyr? No, this is... well, sounds crazy I know, but a happy Martyr. Dressed in pale green and white, pulling the hood down around her head and... she's got flowers in her hair.
I think she's on vacation. Maybe you should let her stay there. :)
Which, yes, well. Exactly. I have already emailed her inquiring about a keepsake painting of *this* one, because I think they should keep each other company on my altar.
It's been a long winter, and a long quiet turmoil, and I have already been thinking very much of what a life without those things (but with passion and commitment and a sense of play, rather than labor) might look like with that new stability. (On which more tomorrow, when I do not have to get up very early.)